BYCH'YA OBYCHNOST' SHEEJ "PEREVODY TREBUYUTSYA TOL'KO RAZ" THIS DICK AMPUTATED? (ROMANTIC BABBLE , FOR A FRIEND TO APPRECIATE AND A DAME TO TAKE SERIOUSLY) ALMOST A RABBI JEAN-PAUL BELMANDO REMINDED OR YOU WANT A REGULAR? (SO MY NOSE GETS BEATEN AT THE INTERSECTION)

When tenderly in my embrace
I capture your elastic figure,
And lavish words of loving praise
On you with lustiness and vigor,
Dear friend, you free your slender build
From my constricting arms in silence,
And to my words sincere and thrilled
Reply with your distrustful smiling;
Safekeeping in your memory
Betrayals’ tales, without extension
Of your compassion or attention,
You listen drearily to me.
I curse the vicious aspirations
Of youth, with all its vain delights;
And waiting for the assignations
In gardens, in the silent nights…
I curse the words’ romantic mumble,
Mysterious melodies of verse,
And kisses of believing girls,
And tears, and later on, their grumble.

When in embraces I am taking
Your slender waist and going to tell
The words of tender and my prayings
About love,my pleasure,well...
This time you keep the whole silence,
Going to get free from my hands,
And answer only with your denial
And such distrustful smile as that,
Having accumulated in your memory
The tales of betrayals sad,
Without share and attention
You hardly listening my praise...
Then I curse all my former efforts
Of my past,but perfidious youth,
And all my meetings and appointments
In dark night gardens, to be true.
I curse my speeches, my love whisper,
My poems, all filled with passion,
Endearments of virgins gullible,
Their tears and last indignation...

When I enclose your slender form
In heat of passionate embraces,
And I unleash on you a storm
Of ardour’s words in gentle traces,
You, silent, from my binding hold
Yourself then disentangle lithely
And answer, sweet one, love now cold,
With unbelieving smile, so blithely:
And unforgetful of forlorn
Accounts of all my indiscretions,
You glumly hear my vain expressions
With little show of love reborn…
I curse then all the faithless actions
Of oh-so-casual youth misspent,
Pursuit of silly rake’s transactions
In gardens filled with evening’s scent.
And then I curse my whispered passion,
My enigmatic verses’ strain,
Caress believing maidens fashion,
Their tears, and then their moan’s refrain.

NU ESCHYO ODIN ILI ODNA OBIDELAS' LET THERE BE BLOOD AND GOD FORBID PORNO! INNOCENT TRANSLATION, TOO MANY ASSERTIONS: BUT MY WORKS AT BRIGHTON PARCELS GET ERASED... AND SHE HAS NO PROBLEM WITH THAT (THANKS VITA) SHE IS TRANSLATING "MORE" AND FEELS NO NEED TO REPENT AS GRIFFIN FOR "GRAND'S BAR" ("TAKE A SIMPLE JOB... I WILL ENSLAVE YOU... YOU LOOK MORBID, EATING BRUSSEL SPROUTS")

When in my arms your slender form
I take, perhaps a shade too boldly,
And words of love, impetuous, warm,
Pour out to you, in silence, coldly
From my unshaked-for, rash embrace
You free yourself, and for an instant
A smile appers upon your face,
At once mistrustful, wan and distant.
Too promptly has your memory stored
Of all my errant ways the rumour -
I speak, and you are out of humor,
I plead my cause, and you are bored...
O how I curse the sweet diversions
And pleasures of my wicked youth,
Love's nightly meetings and excursions
To some dark garden nook or path,
The verses born to stimulate
And stir the blood, the fond caresses
Bestowed too soon by trusting lasses,
And their laments that came too late.

Translated by I.Zheleznova.

I'm on the third floor (Let Go of Cheboksarova) Only save the Body
(Mihail Scherbakov)

August was ending, September was Aguzaroving,
Kim singing songs of a Dupree with Spitzer Carvering
And I, like coward, looked askance at my Anettochka --
Where are my instruments, "Romance?" No killings, netochki...

She was so shrewly sagating me on the airshipper
But what is hereby happening? I'm a foot worshipper --
One foot precisely in the grave, the other Stevensing?
I am impervious, I forgave, I am indevious!

The insurrectory Portwein by bardic make-shift fires
Forecast me singing Caroline, but not unrestfully
So they all thought that I forbade them the performances --
The ergo's waiting for you, Jade -- just sing your former songs...

If you're awaited at the jail, go there propitiously,
Bid them put hands on the third rail and exit vicious
Which I did instantly, but lost the inner-balancing:
LA is looking like a coast, when I get advancing...

From thence to psyche ward and stop jerk for the millenium
I fell again in love with Bjork -- that's inner plenium, (Agave, "Sezon dozhdej" "Ya im voli ne dam")
Estella Warren that's in Prague, standing for photoshoot
But she is lying, like "varyag" -- her feet in parachute...

Linden lime and phoney fake will pre-doom for breakage...
Oil painting and aquarelle paint it all oblong (foundation of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest)
And the ardentest and strange of who's causing wreckage
Will be decentest and spew from the riches strong.

A Zimbabwe eagle flies thus upon a Zebra...
Low-ball sales are tyrany and all profit thence.
Blood drives turning down the strange, the star Alpha Librae...
Barenboim and leaving psyche, what a girl commence.

Indigene, native bastard, you can't live as a man
Using progeny the word, smelling canny --
Unhabitually something is athwart, as it can
Tomorrow maneken and out of tan!

Let's say last morning

Both familial you bronze adhered to wrists with the snap,
And for entrance stashed a hundred (in rubles)
But in a trolleybus trammed and swung through stop with a nap
And Tred'yakubskaya obsconded trap!

It's not you, last night, up worthy two-half steps -- that is here
From profundities where wardrobe serves eat
Married easel afficionado Natali propped,
Excursioner, a prof esthete.

Toes on Lazarus prep concert indivvying Pepboy,
A detective has to be by Vysotsky
But as far as indignations, jealousies, Chips Ahoy,
You're merely nascent, heading for Bolshoy.

Atrophy is more by brains than muscular -- give and go --
Ain't forgiving it upon the last concert:
Did some Stairclimber, forgot Charlize Theron, showed a toe,
Set up the victuals, and bestowed lotto!

Yes you did, Master!

Well, Natasha didn't keep the old diurnal in Prague,
Studied Latin in the Greek of Hungary
And as far as the Vysotsky of the seventy-five,
There's Glengary Glenn Ross and that is prive-

at, as Woodman Pierre is private -- but forgetting the socks
For James Bond is an insane requisition,
There is Henry James correcting, William Butler... Reikstags
And Tiger Woods, that's merely guten tag!

Without turnstyles and the vodka, without virgins and rock,
Without using such a word as Dupree
You'll return from California a stolid prom sock,
But you say firm, when simply up for stalk...

Steaks that Natali is eating send Aurora to hill,
Ashley Blue wants Scherbakov on a table
And as far as Karen Lancombe, she is dead if you will
That makes you evil on my concert bill

Consider prizes

But when you are on a transport, don't knock windows straight in --
Bend it sideways and a little but thigh-ward
Otherwise my Natali, like a bird, will begin
The Beguine sizing and master routine --

Egomaniacs are drizzling, make a scene, show a toe
But a trainer only teaches Aikido
Otherwise, there will be too much envy in sportlotto,
Hammer and anvil will die long ago!

Condemnational gallbladder
Nationally left untreated
Begs a murder from the ladder
Of career childsitter batter,
Cangaroo unkempt repeated...

Lemme drop the patients curing, they will do when it to hasty...
Cunning covers from a sex bomb, clinging carries from the pot:
Nigger wife impersonation puts a white guy feeling nasty
And he seems out-straight ejector of himself from curement plot!

When the least of motive women
Thereafter reenters faction,
Point of goin' to re-assembling
Is like repeating two classes
Both of affirmative action...

Truly an instructor trainal, can't refrain net-gossamer weaving for the fut-
Ure, in a gay A-shirt, geisha following precisely from the concert to cashpeau
Rendezvous you can't refute
At the Red Square at 1 hour,
Whitsun weddings, Whitsun weddings, 5 min to prepare.

Au pair?

Enter poorly by ex-thrasher ridig Bridgit the epistolary Europe at all sides,
Rebentrop's on South Beach
In Miami, where it's dentured densely on the armyleader
And Adriana post-mortem
Any longer who's the lifter
On Fairmount

Pepper Pike now -- how I got there by Fellini, I cannot tergiversate
Too much stardust in hell, and Greenlandia mine
Keeps on lying to the tableau's
In the plane's tempestuous cabin,
Where Drakhixa has established
Her innocuous positions
And lies low

Are you slow?

Per Enflo, at the house dixiland is luridly sagating unto early close up shop
And the fear of laminating in lieu putting up succinctly, indivvying roots or closures, all the use
Technological advantages simply to help refuse
And an only Cindarella showing up to call you fella
And to lave you in Hecuba, and in Hollywood think Cuba
Cuba Gooding or's it maybe Forrest Whit-

aker, aker God's and Land's end later
On the other side of greater
I-5 road, than 415 there, as the Country of Cretinia
Breaks your bank

Tank?

Lucifer
From here to kennel,
Men all?

The Force Of Rum... How Much Lying About Me
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

No need after the Buhars to undress and stand in a swim-suit arrogant
To guess the taste of negligence and vile, to wrathful bawl and bail --
Essentially, a pall bearer be to bare, there present, asking where a gent
And why such estrogen and whom to blame for calling her a quail?

Obama pre-elected to this hip and Aqualung self-publish'ed,
And listening to Van Morrison, "Astral Weeks" is Burmese-like exploit;
And thereafter sojourn in Panalapan: "when you there see a Russian, shoot!"
Support and bolster suffering from self-cocogitation void...

Political conjuncture (New York Times)... "How he is conjugating verbs...
How he observed, excitedly, the Moon and ferrets the essence,
And then he names, absconcing the disease, instead of saying anywhere
"He can be taught and treated and forgiven again" just tell him whence...

The Requiem a simple liturgy or Christian unraveling
Of who the killer is and what he did and how long he will dwell?
Mihailo Lomonosov didn't tell, nor Mendeleev in the AM
Unclosed the sleuthes' privilege to gain some knowledge from this well...

No -- "sick must be the sicker, and accused of savoring reality,
And praising and exemplaring good work, as well as causing it
And fealty must be demanded of him, in lieu of popularity,
And sleuthes must be hired to watch him walk and Luvr him into ..."

It's mammaries deciding every step of suicidal prodigy
And also probability, and if she's looking like Alsou
The bell towers in Kaliningrad and Leningrad will hire DJ
And then it's every single carnival Police's invited to

For the Morning Routine -- the suicidal song by the buffet's first favorite...